The Private Chef: Serving Up Boundaries

Summary

I had cooked for Liam ever since college. Six years, straight.

The job was easy, though occasionally, I had to handle things outside of my job description—like picking up condoms for him.

A woman wrapped only in a bath towel leaned against his door, eyeing me with a mocking smirk.

"Wow, you're pathetic. You're still chasing after him even when things are like this?"

The door wasn't shut completely. As I walked away, I heard Liam's voice drifting into the hallway.

"I wouldn't dare touch her. A woman like that... if I slept with her, she'd probably threaten to kill herself if I ever tried…